Photo prompt from Trish Nankivell
You opened your heart
exposing vulnerability
laid bare hopes, dreams, fear.
You welcomed unreservedly
risked hurt
your light shone bright.
You stood tall, strong yet fragile
You sought communion, connection
You called to life
Your day in the sun too short
Your view of the future curtailed.
As the sun moves away
As light leaves the day
So too, you retreat.
Slave to a seasonal beat. [67 words]
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing to set this 100 word or less challenge. It is certainly a commitment appreciated by many. Other 100 word stories can be read here.
Author note: I cheated this week and used something I’d already written – to this flower! Hope you enjoy it. Trish
RANDOM THOUGHTS by Trish 
Ah, the cycle of life in so few words. Lovely.
LikeLike
Beautifully penned and read, well done.
LikeLike
Thank you Keith
LikeLike
So lovely š
LikeLike
Thank you š
LikeLike
Thanks Michael!
LikeLike
Fabulous, just fabulous
LikeLike
Lovely words to accompany these beautiful flowers.
I so enjoyed the way you read the poem. Your voice and accent
are soothing. I wish I could speak so eloquently.
You’d never know I participated in speeches in high school many moons ago.
Recently, a writing group was inviting people to read their work. I was very afraid
of the idea. Any hints on how to overcome that?
Great photo, too.
Have a good weekend … Isadora š
LikeLike
Thanks Isadora, I appreciate your kind words.
I don’t particularly enjoy my own voice, it’s always been too girly.
But I’ve seen others use audio and it is nice to hear our fellow writers sometimes.
For you, try to let go of the fear. Let’s assume that the others in your group are there to write and not orate, and many will be as nervous as you! But the best thing to do is practice reading aloud. I always read what I’ve written aloud, as it gives me a better sense of the rhythm and pace. It will work the same for you, to hear it out loud. That might give you confidence?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your voice is lovely, Trish. I have a New York accent. I was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I sound like a severe accented Jennifer Lopez. š
Thanks for the tips on reading my work aloud. I’ve never done it. I’m going to practice your suggestion. The writing group has different people all the time. If I was familiar with them I might be less fearful. But, fear be gone. š
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dude, I’m full of fear and it has really held me back – FEAR BE GONE!!!! Good luck x
LikeLike
š ā¤ļø
LikeLike
A fine and lovely poem, Trish. š
LikeLike
Thanks Bill.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A poem full of the beauty and transience of life. Well done.
LikeLike
You guys are being too kind. Thank you.
LikeLike
Lovely words. I believe this is contest worthy!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. You’re very kind. Now to find a contest š
LikeLike
Lovely tribute poem. Flowers have inspired poetry and with good reason.
LikeLike
Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome.
LikeLike
“Slaves to a seasonal beat.”
Really enjoyed that line š
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful piece of poetry there. Seems almost fitting to life at the moment.
LikeLike
Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s okay to “cheat” when the words are so appropriate to the prompt :). I keep hoping someone will give us a name for these flowers. I searched, but came up empty.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think they’re Pin cushion Hakea.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh, thanks! Never heard of that one, but it certainly makes sense. I will look it up š
LikeLike
Trish, I think you’re right! An Australian flower, so no wonder I didn’t recognize it š
LikeLike
I’m an Australian!! My photo š
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s a lovely photo š
LikeLike
Dear Trish,
This was simply lovely, made moreso by listening to your read.
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you xx
LikeLike
Open lines that could be applied to many things. Lovely.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such beautiful lines, Trish.
LikeLike
Thanks!
LikeLike
The great thing is they’ll be back again as the wheel turns
LikeLike
Indeed!
LikeLike